The thrusters roared, blue fire illuminating the ice-choked void. As the black ships closed in, the Sage Fox 267 didn't fly away—it vanished into a ripple of light, leaving behind nothing but the cold, silent stars and a mystery that would haunt the belt for decades to come.
"Alright, Fox," Elias whispered, slamming his palm against the ignition. "Let's see if you’re as wise as your name says."
The Sage Fox wasn't a sleek military interceptor or a polished corporate hauler. It was a Frankenstein of a ship—a modified Long-Range Recon vessel with rusted hull plates, an oversized ion thruster, and a sensor array that could sniff out a gram of palladium from across a nebula. Its pilot, Elias Thorne, lived by a simple rule: Stay quiet, stay fast, and never look back.
Suddenly, the station's gravity failed. Outside the viewport, a fleet of sleek, black silhouettes—ships Elias had never seen before—emerged from the darkness. They didn't fire; they simply circled, like wolves around a campfire.
In the year 2142, the Kuiper Belt was no longer a frozen graveyard of ice and rock; it was the final frontier for "The Scavengers." Among them, no pilot was more whispered about in the low-light bars of Triton than the one behind the stick of the .
